Lyrics: J. Gagne / Music: J. Fernandes
Reciting my memory
Follow a mindless road to freedom
Where jugglers mix concoctions for the blind
And they waste my time
So, let's get on with it and travel to the past
Forget the future, just take up space
The options are numbered
And I’ve only got two
That's stay here or run away with you
So, let's run now, run for our lives
Run, run for our lives
Fiddlers play their tune
Silence bloats my mind
You see I want to escape but my mind says no
The piece in the pie that we all try to consume
Has been eaten up, yea it's been eaten up
With no leftovers for me or you
The piece in the pie that we all try to consume
Has been eaten up, with no leftovers for me or you
War is not the answer, war is not fun
Economies drop down, planes burst in the sun
Families destroyed, heartache to feel
These bastards deserve it, but this is for real
Just hate us for who we are, not where we’re from
A line of patriotic democratic soldiers on the run
I’ll swallow this pill with a glass of water
Not knowing if tainted with the souls of our fathers
It’s the blind leading the blind
A call for human call
A necessary obligation to the ones who will fall
Just get us out of here, get us on the move
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